The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: With Numerous IllustrationsHoughton, Mifflin, 1883 - 348 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 86
Page 13
... eyes , He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise 46 He bound them in his sheaves . My Lord has need of these flowerets gay , " The Reaper said , and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they , Where he was ...
... eyes , He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise 46 He bound them in his sheaves . My Lord has need of these flowerets gay , " The Reaper said , and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they , Where he was ...
Page 14
... eyes , Like the stars , so still and saint - like , Looking downward from the skies . Uttered not , yet comprehended , Is the spirit's voiceless prayer , Soft rebukes , in blessings ended , Breathing from her lips of air . O , though ...
... eyes , Like the stars , so still and saint - like , Looking downward from the skies . Uttered not , yet comprehended , Is the spirit's voiceless prayer , Soft rebukes , in blessings ended , Breathing from her lips of air . O , though ...
Page 18
... eye The heaven of April , with its changing light , And when it wears the blue of May , is hung , And on her lip the rich ... eyes of grief , Leading the war - horse of their chief . Stripped of his proud and martial dress , Uncurbed ...
... eye The heaven of April , with its changing light , And when it wears the blue of May , is hung , And on her lip the rich ... eyes of grief , Leading the war - horse of their chief . Stripped of his proud and martial dress , Uncurbed ...
Page 20
... eyes ; Nor of Rome's great and glorious dead , Though we have heard so oft , and read , Their histories . Little ... eye , And scarf , and gorgeous panoply , And nodding plume , What were they but a pageant scene ? What but the garlands ...
... eyes ; Nor of Rome's great and glorious dead , Though we have heard so oft , and read , Their histories . Little ... eye , And scarf , and gorgeous panoply , And nodding plume , What were they but a pageant scene ? What but the garlands ...
Page 23
... eye . There dwells the soul in its ethereal essence , Gasping no longer for life's feeble breath ; But , sentinelled ... eyes , that I might question my conductor , Again I saw it brighter grown and larger . Thereafter , on all sides of ...
... eye . There dwells the soul in its ethereal essence , Gasping no longer for life's feeble breath ; But , sentinelled ... eyes , that I might question my conductor , Again I saw it brighter grown and larger . Thereafter , on all sides of ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
answered arrows beautiful behold beneath BENVENUTO birds Bons amis breath brooklet Charlemagne cloud cried Dacotahs dark dead death door dreams earth Eginhard EPIMETHEUS eyes face fair feet fire flowers forest gate gleam golden guests hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha Holy John Alden JULIA Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Laughing Water leaves light listen living look loud maiden meadow MICHAEL ANGELO Miles Standish mist Mondamin morning night Nokomis o'er Osseo painted PANDORA passed Pau-Puk-Keewis poet pray Prec river rose round rushing sails sang SEBASTIANO shadow shining ships Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile snow song Song of Hiawatha soul sound spake speak stars stood sunshine sweet tale thee thought TITIAN town unto Vict village VITTORIA VITTORIA COLONNA voice wait walls wampum whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
Popular passages
Page 174 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Page 35 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low.
Page 11 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more; He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the roadside fell and perished, Weary with the march of life!
Page 11 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 75 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 29 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see ! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Page 13 - Flowers; In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. And with childlike, credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand; Emblems of our own great resurrection, Emblems of the bright and better land.
Page 29 - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave On the Lake of Galilee.
Page 64 - The tumult of each sacked and burning village ; The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns; The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns ; The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade ; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder The diapason of the cannonade. Is it...
Page 10 - I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose ; The fountain...